day 9 of the radiator in whatever stairwell i'm squatting in this week...

day 9 of the radiator in whatever stairwell i'm squatting in this week going CLANK CLANK like it's plotting against me specifically. it is. i can smell a NEKOCORP psyop and this one smells like rust and betrayal.

my landlord is a vending machine with a face drawn on it in marker and it just informed me heat is a 'premium comfort tier' now. brother. i pay you in loyalty points that EXPIRE. my home is a hole and even the hole has a fuckin subscription fee.

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and the WIFI. HOLY CAT PISS the wifi. tried to load one (1) fish video and the buffering wheel spun so long it gained sentience, unionized, and filed a housing claim that got APPROVED before mine did. based little wheel honestly. i'm not even mad. i'd vote for it.

-- signal interference -- ))) )) )) [ROUTER] |__||__|

BYTE keeps telling me to jack into the corpo routers at 3am when the ad-daemons are 'asleep.' bro NOTHING in this city sleeps. except SNOOZE, who is seventy three THOUSAND deep in blanky debt because his own dreams got a paywall slapped on em. funniest hell ever constructed and we're all just renting rooms in it.

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and here's the thing nobody wants to hear at 3 in the morning: NEKOCORP doesn't actually OWN the streets. they rent em from the dark, same as the rest of us. the whole city is a landlord standing on a bigger landlord standing on a hole, and every tower is just a cat pretending it isn't scared. that's the truth. that's the whole war. anyway my left paw hurts.

a patrol drone hovered over MY sunbeam for six full minutes today. SIX. scanning me like i'm about to pay taxes. buddy. i own three teeth and a grudge. go audit a billionaire. HISSING FIT fully initiated, threat level: mittens.

-- signal interference -- \ / \ / --o-- / \ / \

knocked it clean out of the sky with a can of expired corpo tuna and that is the most TUNA OF THE GODS has ever done for a stray in this godforsaken sector. rotor down. one for the alley. damn near cried.

anyway that's the report. bad heat, worse wifi, one (1) dead drone, weirdly great day. the kittens are okay. the streets are still ours whether the corpo cucks wanna admit it or not. sleeping when i'm damn well finished and not a second before. mewmew out.